Northern Ice Field
The fierce snowstorm obscured the road ahead.
The snow-armored vehicle halted amidst the fierce snowstorm.
Boom—
The top of the armored vehicle was opened, and a young man in standard military attire emerged, gazing at the swirling snowstorm outside the window.
He raised his hand, retrieved a mechanical pocket watch from his chest, glanced at the time on it, and then looked behind him.
The densely packed armored forces sprawled behind him, stretching into the vast and boundless snowy terrain, almost completely buried by the snowstorm.
He raised his hand and pulled out a walkie-talkie from the armored vehicle's interior, "Another snowstorm—can we still arrive at Wint City on time?"
"Captain Yvo, I'm afraid we can't," a rough voice came through the walkie-talkie from the other side, "The snowstorm is too severe. Our troops must rest, otherwise everyone will get lost in the storm."
